by JA Lafrance
She fought off the ‘what in the hell am I doing’ thoughts and he pinned her to the bed. He kissed her neck, moved down to her breasts and peeled the lacy bra out of his way. “We have to…” “I know.” He kept kissing down her torso, nibbling her hip then down to her inner thigh. He winced from the pain but didn’t let it show. He slid into her arms. “You sure,” he asked. She nodded and by the glow of the moonlight, he could see the nod and the smile that came with it. “I’m sure.” He kissed her, devouring her lips and leaned into her arms. “Ow.” “You…we….we shouldn’t…” Jackson kissed her again and pulled her legs around him. “Shouldn’t what,” he asked as he nibbled his way down her neck. “Nothing,” she said as the kiss seeped into her heart. That kiss had her toes curling, her body overheating and the room feeling like they were in a furnace. Her body was almost trembling beneath him. “You can change your mind if you want to,” Jackson said as her hands slid to his back. “No. I won’t.”
He kissed her again and within minutes, he was taking full advantage and letting all the sexual energy seep from him. She was starting to enjoy the fact that she was at his mercy. All day, he was at hers. The roles reversed had her hot and bothered. “Now, doctor of mine. What am I going to do now that you’re at my mercy,” Jackson asked. She kissed him and pulled her to him, pulling herself tight against him. “You sure?” She nodded with a breathy yes. From that moment on, he took advantage. 2 years of the single life added up to this. A hot, sexy, blonde doctor who now knew more about him than she ever thought she would. He was more overheated than she was. Taking care of someone else meant he had no social life. For what felt like years, he’d been single, just waiting for the right one. This one moment, he had a way and the right one. They were the perfect match.
As he slid in and out, every inch of her body throbbed around him. She collapsed more than once onto the crappy hospital pillow he’d slept on. Her legs were almost shaking. Her body throbbing in time. When he finally collapsed into her arms, she smirked. “Worth it?” “Something like that. Standing upright may be a problem.” “Give me 10 minutes and I can guarantee you won’t,” he whispered. Just as the words passed his lips, her phone went off that she was needed in the ER. Jackson leaned back onto his side. “You going?” “I have to.” “But was it worth it sexy doctor?” “I am going down there. I’ll come check on you in a little bit.” “Just enough time to rest up,” Jackson teased. She slid off the bed, barely managing to stand due to her wobbly legs. She got dressed and kissed him, unlocked the door and hurried to the ER.
Jackson leaned back on the bed realizing that the endorphins must’ve caused him to forget his bandage. He took a peek and realized he must have popped a stitch. Telling her, after what had happened, wasn’t gonna be a good plan. He leaned back, grabbing a glass of water from the bedside table. He was gonna stall and ride this out as long as he could if it meant a few more rounds with the sexy doctor.
Emily got to the ER, noticing an obvious accident casualty. “Minor scrapes and bruising, but this one is not good. We have her stabilized somewhat, but her blood pressure is all over the place,” Nurse Sara said. Emily went and did her best to find the reason and had her rushed to the OR. “Bleeding in the abdomen. We have to go find the bleeder,” Emily said. Her legs almost crumbled beneath her as they were still shaky. “We need you down here,” her boss Dr Patrick Harmon said. “Fine.” “You’ve been on 12 hours Emily. You need rest. After this rush, go to the on call room and get some sleep. I can handle this after this surgery.” Emily nodded, thinking to herself that it would mean round 2 and possibly round 3, 4 and 5 with Jackson. She checked the patients, making sure everyone was fine then went to check and see if Jackson’s friends were still in the waiting room – they were gone. She shook her head. The one thing she despised was people who didn’t wait on their friends that were hurt. Nobody even left a note. She shook her head and made sure she wasn’t needed before she headed back to check on Jackson.
When she made it back upstairs, there were two security guards posted outside Mr. Hastings room. “What’s with the security,” Emily asked. “Something about him being someone important. No idea. Anyway, everything else is pretty quiet. Changed the IV in Mr. Carpenter’s room. Have 4 or 5 left before I’m done. Heading to do those now. Do you need anything?” “Nope. I’m gonna get some rest in the on-call. Hour or so. If there’s an emergency, message me.” The nurse nodded. “Thank you,” Emily said.
She made sure nobody was looking and slid into Jackson’s room again, locking the door and covering the window. “About time,” Jackson said from the comfort of his hard as a rock hospital bed. “What is it about you,” she asked as she slid her shirt and bra off. “Tempting?” “I can’t get you out of my head,” Emily said as her scrubs hit the floor. “Good. That was sorta my plan,” he joked. “You are trying to get me in trouble.” “Not exactly. Taking advantage of a crappy hospital bed, yes.” Emily shook her head as it said over and over that she was breaking the rules. She silenced it the minute Jackson grabbed her hand and pulled her to him. He was sitting up on the side of the bed. “You’re…” He kissed her, devouring her lips. “I was waiting for you.” She shook her head. “Bad influence.” “I agree,” he teased. His hands slid to her waist. “What,” Emily asked. “Nothing. Just commenting on how sexy you are. And you are doctor of mine.” She was about to re-think everything when he pulled her to him and kissed her. “What do you want doctor,” he said tauntingly. “I’ll give you a hint,” she teased as she leaned her long, lean body against his. He turned her around, leaning her over the edge of the bed. “You’re supposed to be resting,” she teased. “Oh I will.” Emily shook her head and within a matter of seconds, she was face down on the bed, bent over. “Jackson.” “Wall?” “I don’t want us making noise.” “Oh that’s totally up to you,” Jackson whispered. He pulled her hips to his. “How bad do you want it,” he asked quietly. “Enough to get you out of my mind.” “That’s not exactly part of the plan. I was hoping to stay there a long while,” Jackson said.
“I…” Before the words escaped her lips he was plunging into her again. It felt so good. So full. So unbelievably hot. They kept going and going until her body begged for forgiveness then he had her pinned against the wall. When her legs almost crumbled, he turned her towards him and picked her up, pinning her back to the cold concrete wall and kept pounding in and out until he felt her body crumble. He leaned her back onto the hospital bed and went again and again until he was left devoid of any sense of energy. He collapsed on top of her and crashed into his release. “Damn,” Emily said. “What,” Jackson asked as he slid to the other side of the too tiny bed and pulled her tight against him, turning her into the little spoon. “My legs are still shaking,” Emily said as she did her best to catch her breath. “I sorta planned for them to stay that way,” Jackson whispered as she got shivers down her spine. “You are impossible. How the heck do you have all of this energy?” “Because for once, my needs are just as important as everyone else’s.”
“What’s with the extra security by his room,” Emily asked knowing that he would know if nobody else. “You don’t know who he is?” “Jackson, I don’t have time to watch TV and catch up on gossip.” “He’s married to Piper Adams.” “The country music singer?” “Yep.” “That’s who Piper is?” “They’re telling her when she wakes up that he’s here.” “Why were you hurt then?” “Head of security.” Emily shook her head. His job meant bossing people around all day just like hers. “Now, how long do we have?” “Until I get a message that they need me.” He kissed her neck. “Good.” “Why? What else are you planning?” “So much you’d be surprised.” “Sort of already was.” “Oh doctor of mine. You have no idea what else I have planned.” She nodded off out of complete exhaustion for what felt like 10 minutes.
When she woke up, He was kissing up her leg and had just reached the apex of her legs. “What…” “Shh.” “What are you doing?” “Seducing the doctor. New game I created,�
� he teased. When he found the one spot that had every muscle tensing and throbbing, he concentrated there. “Oh my god,” Emily said. He kept going, taunting her with his fingers and working his way up her torso kiss by kiss. “Now, what were you saying you wanted?” Her toes were curling so tight they were numb. “You aren’t playing fair,” she replied quietly. “Who ever said fair was fun?” He kept going as he kissed her and she nibbled at his lip. The feel of his barely there stubble against her neck was even more tantalizing. “I swear they need methadone for this,” she teased as his lips enveloped hers and she cried into his mouth. “Shh,” he teased with a Cheshire grin. “That’s just the appetizer.” She could barely even move by that point. Her entire body was throbbing a painful ache. The only cure was him.
“Tell me what you want,” Jackson whispered. “More.” “Now, that can be arranged.” He nibbled her earlobe and had sex with her again. Hard, not exactly sweet and romantic, sex that had her burying her head into the blanket to silence her cries of passion. When she couldn’t stand another minute, her body crashed around him and he kept going. Her on top, Jackson in her sideways then he slid her to her feet and pinned her against the bed again. “What,” Emily asked. “Don’t move.” “What are you doing?” he pinned the bed against the wall and kept going until her legs were wrapped around his neck and he was plunging into her over and over again. “Making use of the room,” he teased. When he finally collapsed into her arms, she could barely feel her legs. Leaving the exact spot they were in was almost impossible. “What,” Jackson asked. “How’s the wound?” “Do I have one?” Emily smirked and Jackson turned her so her head was on the pillow. “And,” he teased. “You aren’t tired?” “A little.” “You’re supposed to be resting. You were shot,” Emily said. “Call it pain relief,” he joked. Emily shook her head and turned to face him. “What are you doing to me?” “Taunting until you give in.” “Jackson, seriously.” “I’ve gone 2 years without a woman of my own. I’ve watched my boss with woman after woman and, I have to admit, I was a little jealous.” “You don’t have a life?” “Not much of one.” “Pent up sexual frustration?” “Something like that. You’re healing that wound.” “I bet,” Emily said as her hand slid to where his bandage was. “I need to change it.” “Not right now you don’t.” He kissed her and pulled her on top of him. “Jackson.” Whatever you want.” She shook her head. “I’m not that woman Jackson.” “Meaning?” “I can’t just mount you like a horse.” He kissed her. “You sure?” She nodded. “I just…” He kissed her again, devouring her lips. He pinned her against the bed and teased the entire way down her torso.
“So you opt for slow torture?” “We only have tonight before I leave.” “I could arrange for a second night.” “Oh really? And how are you doing that Doctor Emily?” “If you popped a stitch…” He kissed her. “You could just come home with me.” She barely had a moment to answer before the hot, intense kiss distracted her from thinking straight. Her body was trembling in his arms. He pulled her legs around him and leaned in tight against her. “What,” Jackson asked. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you had an energizer bunny in there.” “Want an up-close examination?” “Not on your life. I know better.” He kissed her again and devoured her. Every inch of him was almost melting into her. “How did this room get so damn hot?” Jackson smirked. “All you sexy,” he teased.
One of the only times she’d ever heard it. Behind the scrubs and the masks and the surgical gloves, nobody had ever made her feel that way. Not once. Nobody ever gave her a second look. Most of her patients she only saw when they were unconscious, but this man was so much more. He could have any woman he wanted. Why he’d chosen her she didn’t know. Was it because she was inaccessible? Because she was too busy for a relationship just like him? All she knew was at that exact moment, she wanted him like she’d never wanted anything else.
“What,” she asked as he leaned into her. He nuzzled her neck. Feeling him against her had her toes curling. “Nothing. Just wondering what’s circling through that head of yours. How hot and bothered I can get you before you crack.” “You are intentionally taunting me.” “I know,” he whispered as the sex got hotter. He kept going harder and harder, more and more intense until he lost control and collapsed in her arms. “You need to rest.” “I’m fine,” he said. “No you aren’t. You were just shot Jackson.” He kissed her and she slid him to his back.
“You taking advantage of me now,” Jackson asked. “You have no idea,” she said as she slid on top of him. Emily was doing the one thing she couldn’t do in her life. In her career, she was never in charge. She wasn’t allowed to be. Now, at that moment as she sat astride of the man that made her feel like a woman again, she took advantage of him not having an ounce of energy left. She kissed down his chest. “I’m changing this before I leave this room.” “And how are you gonna leave if you can’t walk?” She got a silly grin. She shook her head and rode him like a horse on a 5 day ride. Until she felt him collapse, she wasn’t stopping. She kept going. Taunting him. Teasing. Waking up every inch of him. Finally, he pulled her to him and pinned her to the bed. “Now if you’ve had quite enough of all that taunting,” he said as he leaned in and devoured her lips again. “And what do you have planned,” she asked. He kissed her neck and worked his way down her torso again, opting to tease and taunt. “Jackson,” she said as he reached her inner thigh. “What?” “What are you up to?” With a flick of his finger, her body was throbbing. “Nothing.” “You keep that up and we’re gonna have serious problems.” “And why’s that doctor Emily?” “I may never make it back to the ER.” “Bed rest will never have the same meaning will it,” he teased as she squirmed beneath him.
“You have no idea,” she said. Just as he was about to make it even harder for her to even move, her beeper went off. She grabbed it and saw an emergency. “I have to go.” Jackson shook his hand. “Trust me. If it were optional, I’d be here.” She went to get up and he teased and taunted faster and faster until she practically exploded. “Oh my god,” she said. “You’re gonna be late,” he teased. She got up and barely managed to stand. She slid into her scrubs without the bra or the lacy panties. “You’re forgetting something,” Jackson said. “Souvenir,” she joked. She took off and even with her wobbly legs, made her way to the ER and into a 2-hour surgery. When she made it out, she was beyond exhausted. She had a quick 45-minute nap in the on-call room and when she made it back to the floor that Jackson and Jamie were on, people were there. She went into Jamie’s room.
“I gather we’re feeling better. You gave me one hell of a scare yesterday Mr. Hastings,” Emily said. “How’s Jackson?” “Fine. I may keep him. He wasn’t doing well last night,” Emily said trying her best to hide the grin she now had from the previous night. “Am I alright to go home?” “Who’s Piper?” “My wife. I was supposed to go to see her last night when all of this happened. They just told her. She’s gonna want to take me home.” “As long as she’s there with you, fine. Anything happens, you are back here. That’s the deal.” “Can I get out of this stupid bed then?” Emily nodded. “Just get dressed and when she gets here, I’ll talk to her. You need to keep that sling on until you heal.” “Yes doctor,” Jamie replied. She unhooked him from the IV and left the room so he could get changed.
She handed off the orders to the nurse and saw security outside Jackson’s room. She went in to look in on him and the nurse was changing his bandage. “Did you go popping a stitch?” “No idea. I was kinda tossing and turning last night,” Jackson said staring at her. Her bra and panties were under his pillow. He knew it and so did she. “How are we feeling,” Emily said trying to stay professional.” “For now, good. Just sore.” “I may have to keep you tonight just to make sure that everything is stable.” “Yes doctor,” Jackson said coyly. “He’s had breakfast and polished off two jugs of water since last night. I’d assume that’s good.” “Just to be on the safe side,” Emily said. As soon as the nurse left the room, Jackson got a grin e
ar to ear. “Stop.” “That mean I’m not sleeping tonight either,” he joked. “Don’t count on it.” “You still on tonight?” Emily shook her head. “No disruptions.” “Good. I’m thinking I may need the bigger bed if I’m having company,” he teased. “I need my things.” “Mine,” Jackson teased. “Behave.” “Never Doctor Emily,” Jackson said as he stared a hole through her like he had x-ray vision. “Jackson.” “You want them, come and get them yourself,” he teased quietly. She shook her head. “I need them.” “You know what I need.” She looked at him. Just as she was about to make a move to get them, the door opened.
“Thank god you’re alright,” Jamie said. “What are you doing up,” Jackson asked. “Coming to check on you,” Jamie said as the door flung open. “Jamie,” Piper said as she ran into the room and into Jamie’s arms. “Hey wife,” he teased. “What happened,” Piper asked. “We’re fine. Doesn’t matter,” Jackson replied. Emily slid out of the room and went and checked on her other patients. Every time she walked, she could still feel him. It’s like she was having flashbacks all day. When Jamie and his wife finally left, so did most of the security.